Woebegone

late one evening,

counting specs on the ceiling

slow, constant breathing

I realized a weird feeling-

a long lost friend..

could I be dreaming ?

of something so demeaning.

fifteen years back ,

still held intact,

happy as can be-

and that was just a fact..

but smiles fade

so does your sanity

not sure what I made

but its pure vanity.

woebegone

and dreadfully vapid..

you entered my life,

-- little too rapid.

but we're here now,

3 years later ,

the reality of my dreaming -

and specs on the ceiling,

they have no more meaning.

realization of the feeling,

love.